Rising To The Road | Foliage in New Hampshire's Monadnock Region
I shuffled out to the kitchen this morning, clumsily putting on my glasses as my eyes adjusted to a most beautiful scene: powdery white fluff dancing down from the sky into an accumulating dusting of snow on the ground. And I thought, what better day to reminisce about this year's fall foliage in New England than as the first snow falls from the sky?
As I've said more than once, the foliage in New Hampshire's Monadnock Region was pure magic. As a native Vermonter, I'm no stranger to burning autumn leaves. With few exceptions, it's surrounded me nearly every fall of my life. But any time you get to witness something familiar through another's virgin eyes, you get a fresh perspective. And such was the case with the leaves this year and My Love, who had never experienced the season from beginning to end.
The vibrancy of the colors built and built, and just when we thought we'd reached season's peak, the leaves would turn an even deeper red. Truly incredible. We would take a drive to a different neighboring town almost every day just to leaf peep. I would yell, "Picture! Pull over!" and My Love would wheel the Great White off to the side of the road so I could jump out.
It wasn't until we were packing up the trailer to head south again that the leaves — a dry, deep brown at that point — began to fall from the trees. Being that our home base in New Hampshire is ever so slightly deep into the woods, the falling of the leaves as they dove to the ground in a swoooosh was incredibly peaceful. That process has its own charm, bringing closure to the season and a mental signal that snow is ahead.
Which, as today proved and every winter that has preceded it, it most certainly was.